Everchange 7prt 7
I was grateful for the shower, and found I didn't smell too bad. My hair wasn't greasy, but I was bruised to tail to sternum, with healed scabs on my knuckles, the right buttock, my toes and left knee. The shower's pressure was phenomenal, and melted away the soreness. I picked dried blood from my hair, and small bits of gravel. Running my fingers through my wet hair, it got me thinking. My natural hair, unchanged, unstraightened, unshifted, is very long and very thick. Brushing once a day gets a decent amount of tangles in any brush I use. When neglected, the amount of knots and tangles becomes almost unmanageable.
Running my fingers through, with shampoo that smelled like lemonade, I found my hair was lacking chaos. There was a woman here, but apparently she had just seen me today. So that meant one of the men present, had to have been taking care of me. I dropped the bottle of bodywash, it clattered on the floor, along with a few other bottles of stuff. My feet were not
Everchange 6prt 6
I turned over, rolling over in the bed I was laying in. The sheets were smooth, and the pillows were plush. As I rolled over onto my stomach, slipping my arm under to feel the cool side of the pillow, I felt a sharp tug on my elbow. I swatted at it, then tried to slip back into sleep. My eyes opened, and I lifted my arm up to stare at what was hurting me.
It was a needle, held in place by medical tape, attached to an IV tube that led to a hanging bag at the headboard of my bed. I stared at it, a frown creasing my brow. It took me quite a bit of time for my brain to put together what I was seeing.
"....This is not my bed," my tongue felt like sand paper, I put down my arm, lying prone to the bed. I smacked my lips, blinked my eyes and felt around the covers. There had to be a remote for this, if I was in a hospital there was always a remote for the television, summon nurses or adjust the bed. I needed to sit up, look around.
Someone had me put in a hospital. I could not find the r
Everchange 5Lacey stared at the rogue that was tearing up the playground equipment. She felt terrified it, and without Donovan or Brandon around, she was completely defenseless. Lacey grabbed her friend Emily's hand and they both ran into the school building. The doors were locked, and people on the other side were running. Emily banged her hands on the door. Her braids swaying as she fought back the urge to cry and pounded hard.
The other kids were screaming, surrounded by fire. Tied in with the dry air and already hot summer weather, Lacey made the assumption their end would be quick but extremely painful. Other kids had crowded around them, pounding on the doors and windows. The eighth graders began directing the younger kids, holding hands, picking up whoever was small, and ran single file around the building to get to the designated fire drill area. When Lacey tried to move in line with the others, the rogue suddenly turned his attention on her.
"Little hatching." he hissed in a languag
Everchange prt 3(chapter 1 from the point of view of the Malindas)
"We'll go in and finish up the paperwork." Donovan said, rubbing his brow. The move had taken alot of energy from him. Lacey sat in the backseat, playing with her phone and texting her friends. Brandon sat shot gun, reading a book on the history of the city of Detroit. Hopefully, the stay here won't be short like the last time.
"So when does Bran start school?" Lacey drank a caprisun. Her dark brown hair looked nice, trimmed in layers to let her natural highlights show through. Her green eyes looked highlighted with her sun kissed honey-olive skin and almond eyes. She tanned better than Donovan, whose skin barely bronzed in the bright sun. Looking at her brothers from the back seat, she slouched a bit.
"My classes start next week." he said, not looking up from his book. He wore his sport's jacket from his favorite school, deep dark blue with white sleeves and a shark on the back and breast. His black hair was spiked up front, a f